I won't tell you what
you deserve
that is not my place
less even my business

but it's clear what
you desire
I feel those things
occupying your mind

I want to be the
comfort you seek
but you see, time
hasn't been kind

you have no part in
what transpired,
those pretty reasons
I'm bitterly inspired,

now that for once
I'm desired, why when
I've been denied
would I deny her?